Obeisance 27

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, one day singing the glories of Your pastimes, Mother Yaṣoda began to churn yogurt. Very hungry, You desired to drink her breast milk, and You grabbed the churning rod from her.

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, when the milk spilled from the pot, Your mother left You. Your desire to drink the nectar of Your mother's milk unsatisfied, Your lips trembled with feigned anger, and You broke the jar full of yogurt.

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, stealing the fresh butter, You took great pleasure in eating a great quantity of it, and also strewing it about.

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, you anointed Your limbs with that butter and You gave much of it away. When You heard the sound of Your mother's ankle-bells, You became afraid that she would punish You for Your theiving activities and You pretended to cry.

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, afraid of Your mother You fled from her as she chased You within the courtyard in Vṛndāvana. Understanding how she had become fatigued (by chasing You, You allowed her to catch You and) tie You about the waist with a rope. O Lord, I offer respectful obeisances unto You.

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, You restlessly glanced from the corners of Your eyes which were decorated with black ointment. Using the rope of her unlimited parental love, mother Yaṣodā bound You to the grinding mortar.